The president is committing suicide

Getting an injection is not a big deal, but it is definitely not a small matter.

Ding Jiaying has been afraid of injections since she was a child, but she always pretends not to care.

She turned her face away, clenched her teeth, closed her eyes, and waited nervously for the nurse to insert the sharp needle into her skin.

It will be over soon. It will be over soon.

The young lady was very nice and she even rubbed her hands to warm them up before giving me the injection.

But the moment those warm fingers touched her arm, Ding Jiaying couldn't help but tremble.

I kept telling myself that this was her job and I shouldn't cause trouble for others.

She staggered anxiously in the darkness.

Suddenly fell into a warm embrace.

As soon as she opened her eyes, Shen Cong's cold face came into her sight.

"Are you afraid of injections?"

Ding Jiaying pursed her lips and refused to admit it.

Shen Cong had never seen her afraid of injections, or rather, she had been afraid in places where he couldn't see her. Was she no longer afraid later, or was she just pretending to be strong in front of him?

Her fingertips were trembling and her little face turned pale.

He brought the person closer to him and whispered, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Ding Jiaying forgot why she didn't dodge, but later thought it was because she was too scared at the time and actually wanted some comfort.

The nurse's cheeks flushed as she lowered her head and quickened her movements: "Don't worry, Madam. I'm very gentle with you and it will be fine soon."

Once back at the nurses' station, her unusual color quickly attracted the interest of the other sisters.

"What's wrong? What's wrong with the president?"

"Mr. President is really heartbroken for Madam. It's just an injection, but he is so heartbroken."

"Restore the scene, restore the scene."

The young lady looked around and saw that there was no one around. She hugged her friend, raised her hand to cover her eyes, and blew into her ear: "Don't be afraid."

Everyone shouted that the sugar content was too high and covered their mouths and laughed.

"Tsk, the desperate face on his face when he was giving first aid was much better than that of the popular idol."

"Madam, don't you remember?"

"What's the matter with not remembering? Most of them are about marriage first and love later."

"You've read too many novels. Aren't you afraid that your wife wouldn't like this one when she was young?"

"Check your conscience. Can you still like someone else when you look at the president's devilish face every day?"

"That's right. Although he is cold to everyone, he is quite gentle to the lady."

"This is a fairy-like love, and we mortals can only watch it."

"It's good to take a look."

Shen Cong hadn't left yet, and Ding Jiaying was so embarrassed that she almost dug her toes into the ground.

What is this great man doing? Aren't CEOs said to be very busy? How can he still have time to waste time here?

When I was getting the injection just now, I looked so weak, how could this guy see it?

I regret it, I really regret it, I should have kept my sister here! No matter how busy she was at work.

"Jiaying." Unfortunately, Shen Cong was still standing firmly beside the bed, calling her name with a worried look on his face.

She couldn't pretend to be dead anymore, so she raised her head stiffly, her eyes moist.

The area around her eyes was red. Was she holding back her tears and making herself look so pitiful? Shen Cong felt distressed.

Ding Jiaying looked up at him pitifully, not realizing it at all: "It's just an injection, it's okay. Can you talk to the doctor and reduce the dosage of the medicine?"

Shen Cong then noticed that the pile of pills on the bedside table were all the ones he had to take now. She had never been so embarrassed in front of him, nor had she been so scared. He had never known that she was afraid of both of these things, and was not as brave as he had ever seen.

Yes, he had never seen her when she was 22 years old, and he had not yet approached her at that time.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Ding Jiaying forced herself to swallow a pill and drink a big sip of water while enduring the discomfort. She frowned and felt nauseous for a long time before she finally swallowed the pills of various sizes.

When she was trying so hard to take the pills, Shen Cong felt as if the sun had shone through the winter. The darkness was over, but she could not get warm again. Because she was still afraid of one thing, herself.

If she was in front of her parents, if she was in front of Ding Yumin, she would have acted unrestrainedly and would never have swallowed these unpalatable pills.

Her obedience in front of him was a rejection of him.

Realizing this cruel reality, Shen Cong knew that it would be best for him to do nothing now.

"Take the medicine and get some sleep while you're on the IV. I'll ask someone to come in and watch over you."

Shen Cong packed up and went out. Not long after, a gentle and pretty nurse came in, and Ding Jiaying's tense nerves soon relaxed.

"Mr. Shen, the lady has fallen asleep."

Soon, the young nurse came out to report to Shen Cong.

"Okay, got it. Go ahead and get busy."

"Mr. Shen, you have been staying in the hospital recently and have not had a good rest for several days. Now your wife is fine, you can go back and rest. We will take care of you here."

"It's okay. I don't trust others to take care of me. You go ahead. Thank you."

Ding Jiaying, who was sleeping, could not see Shen Cong's face. If she opened her eyes at this moment, she would see that this beautiful man's eyes were filled with sadness, and he was almost drowning in regret. Only the sleeping Ding Jiaying was his only lifeline.

He was more nervous when he saw her sleeping than when she was awake. He was so afraid that it would be like that day, when she didn't respond no matter how he called her, or how he cried and complained, and she didn't react. He was so pale that he wanted to be cruel and never come back. He was afraid that she would never open her eyes again, so he would always check her breathing several times at night.

The doctors and nurses said that she was fine, but he couldn't help replaying the scene in his mind over and over again. He didn't dare go home, didn't dare let her out of his sight, for fear that she would have an accident in the gap between turning around and making a phone call.

Once was not enough. If it happens again, he will really die.

Jiaying was woken up by the urge to pee.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Shen Cong sitting in front of her with his head down and dozing off. She was so scared that she quickly closed her eyes.

Oh my God, she was that pretty nurse before I fell asleep, how come she is this big devil now?

Just bear with it a little longer! Wait until the nurse comes back! She will definitely come to change your water.

I turned around and looked at my hand. Oh my god, the drip was taken away. The nurse wouldn't be here for a while!

My feet are still being held up, and I can't drag them down by myself. If I drag them down by force, the pain will go away, right?

Think about it and forget it.

Ding Yumin, your precious sister is about to die of urination, and you are still attending that crappy class, and why don't you come to see me~

I thought about this and that, but no matter how much I thought about it, it couldn't overcome the urgent physiological matters in my body, and my thoughts were still pulled back to reality by a vague thread.

She really needs to go to the bathroom! Now, immediately, right now!